Karkat Vantas' Stri-Do's and Dont's of Highschool: A Davekat Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Challenge Accepted

Dirk drops you off at your class and tells you not to mind his brother. He claims he'll take care of it and that Dave wouldn't bother you again. Frankly, you weren't all that concerned to begin with. You could easily knock that prick down a few pegs yourself, but you thank him anyways. You go through the next three classes with Dirk dropping you off at each. The two of you have lunch together fifth period, so you sit with him at the cheerleaders table. He introduces you to the squad, Vriska, Kanaya, Feferi, Roxy and Eridan. He says that this is all that he has to work with. The school isn't huge to begin with and most were either in band or the football team. Vriska rolls her eyes at that, "Don't sound so excited to have us. And anyways, we don't need those losers. We've 8een just fine on our own."
"Yeah. Wwho evven needs them? Aren't wwe good enough for you?" Eridan chimes in, shooting Dirk a look.
"What about him?" Roxy motions to you and continues, "He could join. I'm sure Kanny could make him a uniform, right?" She turns her attention from you to Kanaya.
She blinks and hesitates a moment, "I'm Sure It Would Be Simple, But Perhaps We Should Not Overwhelm Our New Friend."
"Kanaya's right! That would be so terribubbly glubbing rude!" Feferi chirps, smiling at you.
"I think if he's going to sit with us, the least he can do is join the squad. As co-captain, I think you should consider it, Dirk." Vriska pops a chip into her mouth and looks up at Dirk, who holds up his hands in defense.
"Would you guys chill? He hasn't even been here five minutes. Let the kid eat and relax, would you? It's not my choice anyways, it's his, but I do think it's a good idea."
All eyes turn to you as you swallow thickly. You clear your throat, "I GUESS I COULD CONSIDER IT..."
The table erupts into cheers. Kanaya smiles at you "Well I'm Happy To Hear it, Karkat. We Welcome You With Open Arms." You smile back. She's polite and already seems to care for you. Note to self: definitely a potential friend.
You all chat for a bit until you feel two hands on your shoulders, "Well well, look who it is." You know that accent all too well. It's just like his brother's. Gritting your teeth, you glance up to see Dave and his smug grin.
You bare your teeth, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT? GET YOUR FILTHY, BULGE FONDLING HANDS OFF OF ME BEFORE I TEAR THEM OFF AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR PROTEIN CHUTE."
Vriska doubles over in laughter, "Hell yeah! You tell him, new8ie!"
Dave pays her no mind as he flashes you a grin, "What? Aren't you happy to see me?"
You scoff "WHY WOULD I EVER BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU?!"
He tsks in disapproval and shakes his head, "You're supposed to be rooting for the star player, my little cheerleader. Not booing him."
"STAR PLAYER?" You look to the others for help but find none, "DONT TELL ME HES SERIOUS?!"
Dirk shrugs sheepishly, "As much as I regret to inform you, he's right. He's our star quarterback."
You roll your eyes "TYPICAL," you smack his hands away and stand, shooting the jock a dirty look, "WHY DONT YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF AND KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT?"
You yelp as he smacks your ass and grins wickedly, growling in a low voice, "How could I when soon your going to be on that field in booty shorts cheering me on?" He chuckles as you flush, fighting the urge to bash his face in with your tray. He straightens up and glances over at the rest of the table, "Catch you guys later," He flashes you one last smile before returning to his table for a round of high fives and congratulatory slaps on the back.
"Karkat, After What Just Occured, You Do Not Have To Join-"
"KANAYA HOW QUICK CAN YOU GET THAT UNIFORM MADE?" You look back at her, her expression one of pure shock, "I THINK ITS ABOUT TIME SOMEONE PUTS THAT FUCKER IN HIS PLACE."